Hannah (On Mystic Lake) goes a little too far into Lifetime movie territory in her latest, an epic exploration of the complicated terrain between best friends-one who chooses marriage and motherhood while the other opts for career and celebrity. The adventures of poor, ambitious Tully Hart and middle-class romantic Kate Mularkey begin in the 1970s, but don't really get moving until about halfway into the book, when Tully, who claws her way to the heights of broadcast journalism, discovers it's lonely at the top, and Katie, a stay-at-home Seattle housewife, forgets what it's like to be a rebellious teen. What holds the overlong narrative together is the appealing nature of Tully and Katie's devotion to one another even as they are repeatedly tested by jealousy and ambition. Katie's husband, Johnny, is smitten with Tully, and Tully, who is abandoned by her own booze-and-drug-addled mother, relishes the adoration from Katie's daughter, Marah. Hannah takes the easy way out with an over-the-top tear-jerker ending, though her upbeat message of the power of friendship and family will, for some readers, trump even the most contrived plot twists. (Feb.)Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information
Firefly Laneby Kristin Hannah, Susan Ericksen
The New York Times bestselling author of ON MYSTIC LAKE delivers her most emotionally powerful novel yetthe story of two best friends who make a promise to one another as teenagers.
The New York Times bestselling author of ON MYSTIC LAKE delivers her most emotionally powerful novel yetthe story of two best friends who make a promise to one another as teenagers.
Tully Hart is one of the most popular girls in school, though her mother abandons her frequently to her grandmother's care. Kate Mularkey has a stable family life but feels she is an outcast with no friends. Though they couldn't be more different, Kate and Tully become best friends for life in 1974, when they are both in eighth grade and living on Firefly Lane. At the beginning of their 30-year friendship, they set out for careers in journalism, but ultimately their lives take different paths. Kate becomes a stay-at-home mom, while Tully has a glamorous life, first as a television reporter and then as a talk-show host. Both have regrets, but Tully has more and is not beyond appropriating Kate's family, especially her daughter, Marah, when she feels the need. Plot threads include mother-daughter relationships, jealousy, friendship, family, and cultural and social references of the times (clothing brands, rock songs, hairstyles, movies, etc.). The story is overlong and formulaic in places, but Hannah's many fans will not be deterred; they will enjoy the book, with its tearjerker ending. Read competently and unobtrusively by Susan Ericksen, this is recommended for all popular fiction collections.
Adult/High School -Tully Hart, vulnerable and abandoned by her mother, meets Katie Mularkey in 1974, when they are both in eighth grade. Katie, feeling unpopular and underappreciated, is drawn to dramatic, bold, and beautiful Tully, while Tully is attracted to the loving and stable Mularkey family. After spending many wild and fun times together and sharing their deepest thoughts with one another, they pledge "best friends forever." Readers will follow the friendship for 30 years and will identify with the intense loyalty and unconditional love that Tully, a successful television personality, and Katie, a stay-at-home mom, have for one another. This changes when Tully betrays and humiliates Katie in a way she cannot forgive. Until their reconciliation, they are both bereft and feel the loss of their friendship sorely. Though Tully's character is somewhat shallow and stereotypical, her larger-than-life personality is compelling, and the story flows well. At times melodramatic, this novel about the friendship of the two very different women and its themes of betrayal and reconciliation will keep readers turning the pages. You might want to recommend a box of tissues to go along with this tear-jerking, yet hopeful book.-Jane Ritter, Mill Valley School District, CA
“Hannah's latest is a moving and realistic portrait of a complex and enduring friendship.” Booklist
“Not since Iris Dart's Beaches, twenty years ago, has there been a story of friendship that endures everything, from girlhood dramas to bitter betrayal, to be the touchstone in two women's lives. In Firefly Lane, Kristin Hannah creates the most poignant of reunions and an unforgettable story of loyalty and love” Jacquelyn Mitchard, author of The Deep End of the Ocean
“A tearjerker that is sure to please the author's many fans.” Library Journal
“With perfect pitch, Kristin Hannah describes the tumult and energy of the 70s and 80s, and on a deeper level takes readers into the heart of a friendship between two women. Firefly Lane is masterful at the grand sweep and the fine detail.” Elin Hilderbrand, author of Barefoot
“This terrific buddy saga about two best girlfriends who survive all sorts of escapades and catastrophes will inevitably provoke comparisons with Iris Dart's 'Beaches,' but the story is all Hannah's own.” The Seattle Times
“No one writes more insightfully about women's friendships with all of their messy wonder, humor, pain and complexity like Kristin Hannah. She's a marvel.” Susan Elizabeth Phillips, author of Natural Born Charmer
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By Kristin Hannah
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They used to be called the Firefly Lane girls. That was a long time ago—more than three decades—but just now, as she lay in bed listening to a winter storm raging outside, it seemed like yesterday.
In the past week (unquestionably the worst seven days of her life), she'd lost the ability to distance herself from the memories. Too often lately in her dreams it was 1974; she was a teenager again, coming of age in the shadow of a lost war, riding her bike beside her best friend in a darkness so complete it was like being invisible. The place was relevant only as a reference point, but she remembered it in vivid detail: a meandering ribbon of asphalt bordered on either side by gullies of murky water and hillsides of shaggy grass. Before they met, that road seemed to go nowhere at all; it was just a country lane named after an insect no one had ever seen in this rugged blue and green corner of the world.
Then they saw it through each other's eyes. When they stood together on the rise of the hill, instead of towering trees and muddy potholes and distant snowy mountains, they saw all the places they would someday go. At night, they sneaked out of their neighboring houses and met on that road. On the banks of the Pilchuck River they smoked stolen cigarettes, cried to the lyrics of "Billy, Don't Be a Hero," and told each other everything, stitching their lives together until by summer's end no one knew where one girl ended and the other began. They became to everyone who knew them simply TullyandKate, and for more than thirty years that friendship was the bulkhead of their lives: strong, durable, solid. The music might have changed with the decades, but the promises made on Firefly Lane remained.
Best friends forever.
They'd believed it would last, that vow, that someday they'd be old women, sitting in their rocking chairs on a creaking deck, talking about the times of their lives, and laughing.
Now she knew better, of course. For more than a year she'd been telling herself it was okay, that she could go on without a best friend. Sometimes she even believed it.
Then she would hear the music. Their music. "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road." "Material Girl." "Bohemian Rhapsody." "Purple Rain." Yesterday, while she'd been shopping, a bad Muzak version of "You've Got a Friend" had made her cry, right there next to the radishes.
She eased the covers back and got out of bed, being careful not to waken the man sleeping beside her. For a moment she stood there, staring down at him in the shadowy darkness. Even in sleep, he wore a troubled expression.
She took the phone off its hook and left the bedroom, walking down the quiet hallway toward the deck. There, she stared out at the storm and gathered her courage. As she punched in the familiar numbers, she wondered what she would say to her once-best friend after all these silent months, how she would start. I've had a bad week ... my life is falling apart ... or simply: I need you.
Across the black and turbulent Sound, the phone rang.CHAPTER 2
For most of the country, 1970 was a year of upheaval and change, but in the house on Magnolia Drive, everything was orderly and quiet. Inside, ten-year-old Tully Hart sat on a cold wooden floor, building a Lincoln Log cabin for her Liddle Kiddles, who were asleep on tiny pink Kleenexes. If she were in her bedroom, she would have had a Jackson Five forty-five in her Close 'N Play, but in the living room, there wasn't even a radio.
Her grandma didn't like music much, or television or board games. Mostly—like now—Grandma sat in her rocking chair by the fireplace, doing needlepoint. She made hundreds of samplers, most of which quoted the Bible. At Christmastime she donated them to the church, where they were sold at fund-raisers.
And Grandpa ... well, he couldn't help being quiet. Ever since his stroke, he just stayed in bed. Sometimes he rang his bell, and that was the only time Tully ever saw her grandma hurry. At the first tinkling of the bell, she'd smile and say, "Oh, my," and run for the hallway as fast as her slippered feet would take her.
Tully reached for her yellow-haired Troll. Humming very quietly, she made him dance with Calamity Kiddle to "Daydream Believer." Halfway through the song, there was a knock at the door.
It was such an unexpected sound that Tully paused in her playing and looked up. Except for Sundays, when Mr. and Mrs. Beattle showed up to take them to church, no one ever came to visit.
Gran put her needlework in the pink plastic bag by her chair and got up, crossing the room in that slow, shuffling way that had become normal in the last few years. When she opened the door, there was a long silence, then she said, "Oh, my."
Gran's voice sounded weird. Peering sideways, Tully saw a tall woman with long messy hair and a smile that wouldn't stay in place. She was one of the prettiest women Tully had ever seen: milky skin, a sharp, pointed nose and high cheekbones that slashed above her tiny chin, liquid brown eyes that opened and closed slowly.
"Thass not much of a greeting for your long-lost daughter." The lady pushed past Grandma and walked straight to Tully, then bent down. "Is this my little Tallulah Rose?"
Daughter? That meant—
"Mommy?" she whispered in awe, afraid to believe it. She'd waited so long for this, dreamed of it: her mommy coming back.
"Did you miss me?"
"Oh, yes," Tully said, trying not to laugh. But she was so happy.
Gran closed the door. "Why don't you come into the kitchen for a cup of coffee?"
"I didn't come back for coffee. I came for my daughter."
"You're broke," Grandma said tiredly.
Her mother looked irritated. "So what if I am?"
"I think I can figure out what my daughter needs." Her mother seemed to be trying to stand straight, but it wasn't working. She was kind of wobbly and her eyes looked funny. She twirled a strand of long, wavy hair around her finger.
Gran moved toward them. "Raising a child is a big responsibility, Dorothy. Maybe if you moved in here for a while and got to know Tully you'd be ready ..." She paused, then frowned and said quietly, "You're drunk."
Mommy giggled and winked at Tully.
Tully winked back. Drunk wasn't so bad. Her grandpa used to drink lots before he got sick. Even Gran sometimes had a glass of wine.
"Iss my birthday, Mother, or have you forgotten?"
"Your birthday?" Tully shot to her feet. "Wait here," she said, then ran to her room. Her heart was racing as she dug through her vanity drawer, scattering her stuff everywhere, looking for the macaroni and bead necklace she'd made her mom at Bible school last year. Gran had frowned when she saw it, told her not to get her hopes up, but Tully hadn't been able to do that. Her hopes had been up for years. Shoving it in her pocket, she rushed back out, just in time to hear her mommy say,
"I'm not drunk, Mother, dear. I'm with my kid again for the first time in three years. Love is the ultimate high."
"Six years. She was four the last time you dropped her off here."
"That long ago?" Mommy said, looking confused.
"Move back home, Dorothy. I can help you."
"Like you did last time? No, thanks."
Last time? Mommy had come back before?
Gran sighed, then stiffened. "How long are you going to hold all that against me?"
"It's hardly the kind of thing that has an expiration date, is it? Come on, Tallulah." Her mom lurched toward the door.
Tully frowned. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Her mommy hadn't hugged her or kissed her or asked how she was. And everyone knew you were supposed to pack a suitcase to leave. She pointed at her bedroom door. "My stuff—"
"You don't need that materialistic shit, Tallulah."
"Huh?" Tully didn't understand.
Gran pulled her into a hug that smelled sweetly familiar, of talcum powder and hair spray. These were the only arms that had ever hugged Tully, this was the only person who'd ever made her feel safe, and suddenly she was afraid. "Gran?" she said pulling back. "What's happening?"
"You're coming with me," Mommy said, reaching out to the door-frame to steady herself.
Her grandmother clutched her by the shoulders, gave her a little shake. "You know our phone number and address, right? You call us if you get scared or something goes wrong." She was crying; seeing her strong, quiet grandmother cry scared and confused Tully. What was going on? What had she done wrong already?
"I'm sorry, Gran, I—"
Mommy swooped over and grabbed her by the shoulder, shaking her hard. "Don't ever say you're sorry. It makes you look pathetic. Come on." She took Tully's hand and pulled her toward the door.
Tully stumbled along behind her mother, out of the house and down the steps and across the street to a rusted VW bus that had plastic flower decals all over it and a giant yellow peace symbol painted on the side.
The door opened; thick gray smoke rolled out. Through the haze she saw three people in the van. A black man with a huge afro and a red headband was in the driver's seat. In the back was a woman in a fringed vest and striped pants, with a brown kerchief over her blond hair; beside her sat a man in bell-bottoms and a ratty T-shirt. Brown shag carpeting covered the van floor; a few pipes lay scattered about, mixed up with empty beer bottles, food wrappers, and eight-track tapes.
"This is my kid, Tallulah," Mom said.
Tully didn't say anything, but she hated to be called Tallulah. She'd tell her mommy that later, when they were alone.
"Far out," someone said.
"She looks just like you, Dot. It blows my mind."
"Get in," the driver said gruffly. "We're gonna be late."
The man in the dirty T-shirt reached for Tully, grabbed her around the waist, and swung her into the van, where she positioned herself carefully on her knees.
Mom climbed inside and slammed the door shut. Strange music pulsed through the van. All she could make out were a few words: somethin' happenin' here ... Smoke made everything look soft and vaguely out of focus.
Tully edged closer to the metal side to make room beside her, but Mom sat next to the lady in the kerchief. They immediately started talking about pigs and marches and a man named Kent. None of it made sense to Tully and the smoke was making her dizzy. When the man beside her lit up his pipe, she couldn't help the little sigh of disappointment that leaked from her mouth.
The man heard it and turned to her. Exhaling a cloud of gray smoke right into her face, he smiled. "Jus' go with the flow, li'l girl."
"Look at the way my mother has her dressed," Mommy said bitterly. "Like she's some little doll. How's she s'posed to be real if she can't get dirty?"
"Right on, Dot," the guy said, blowing smoke out of his mouth and leaning back.
Mommy looked at Tully for the first time; really looked at her. "You remember that, kiddo. Life isn't about cooking and cleaning and havin' babies. It's about bein' free. Doin' your own thing. You can be the fucking president of the United States if you want."
"We could use a new president, thass for sure," the driver said.
The woman in the headband patted Mom's thigh. "Thass tellin' it like it is. Pass me that bong, Tom." She giggled. "Hey, that's almost a rhyme."
Tully frowned, feeling a new kind of shame in the pit of her stomach. She thought she looked pretty in this dress. And she didn't want to be the president. She wanted to be a ballerina.
Mostly, though, she wanted her mommy to love her. She edged sideways until she was actually close enough to her mother to touch her. "Happy birthday," she said quietly, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out the necklace she'd worked so hard on, agonized over, really, still gluing glitter on long after the other kids had gone out to play. "I made this for you."
Mom snagged the necklace and closed her fingers around it. Tully waited and waited for her mom to say thank you and put the necklace on, but she didn't; she just sat there, swaying to the music, talking to her friends.
Tully finally closed her eyes. The smoke was making her sleepy. For most of her life she'd missed her mommy, and not like you missed a toy you couldn't find or a friend who stopped coming over to play because you wouldn't share. She missed her mommy. It was always inside her, an empty space that ached in the daytime and turned into a sharp pain at night. She'd promised herself that if her mommy ever came back, she'd be good. Perfect. Whatever she'd done or said that was so wrong, she'd fix or change. More than anything she wanted to make her mommy proud.
But now she didn't know what to do. In her dreams, they'd always gone off together alone, just the two of them, holding hands.
"Here we are," her dream mommy always said as they walked up the hill to their house. "Home sweet home." Then she'd kiss Tully's cheek and whisper, "I missed you so much. I was gone because—"
"Tallulah. Wake up."
Tully came awake with a jolt. Her head was pounding and her throat hurt. When she tried to say, Where are we? all that came out was a croak.
Everyone laughed at that and kept laughing as they bundled out of the van.
On this busy downtown Seattle street, there were people everywhere, chanting and yelling and holding up signs that read MAKE LOVE NOT WAR, and HELL NO, WE WON'T GO. Tully had never seen so many people in one place.
Mommy took hold of her hand, pulled her close.
The rest of the day was a blur of people chanting slogans and singing songs. Tully spent every moment terrified that she'd somehow let go of her mother's hand and be swept away by the crowd. She didn't feel any safer when the policemen showed up because they had guns on their belts and sticks in their hands and plastic shields that protected their faces.
But all the crowd did was march and all the police did was watch.
By the time it got dark, she was tired and hungry and her head ached, but they just kept walking, up one street and down another. The crowd was different now; they'd put away their signs and started drinking. Sometimes she heard whole sentences or pieces of conversation, but none of it made sense.
"Did you see those pigs? They were dyin' to knock our teeth out, but we were peaceful, man. Couldn't touch us. Hey, Dot, you're bogarting the joint."
Everyone around them laughed, Mommy most of all. Tully couldn't figure out what was going on and she had a terrible headache. People swelled around them, dancing and laughing. From somewhere, music spilled into the street.
And then, suddenly, she was holding on to nothing.
"Mommy!" she screamed.
No one answered or turned to her, even though there were people everywhere. She pushed through the bodies, screaming for her mommy until her voice failed her. Finally, she went back to where she'd last seen her mommy and waited at the curb.
She'll be back.
Tears stung her eyes and leaked down her face as she sat there waiting, trying to be brave.
But her mommy never came back.
For years afterward, she tried to remember what had happened next, what she did, but all those people were like a cloud that obscured her memories. All she ever remembered was waking up on a dirty cement stoop along a street that was totally empty, seeing a policeman on horseback.
From his perch high above her, he frowned down at her and said, "Hey, little one, are you all alone?"
"I am," was all she could say without crying.
He took her back to the house on Queen Anne Hill, where her grandma held her tightly and kissed her cheek and told her it wasn't her fault.
But Tully knew better. Somehow today she'd done something wrong, been bad. Next time her mommy came back, she'd try harder. She'd promise to be the president and she'd never, ever say she was sorry again.
* * *
Tully got a chart of the presidents of the United States and memorized every name in order. For months afterward, she told anyone who asked that she would be the first woman president; she even quit taking ballet classes. On her eleventh birthday, while Grandma lit the candles on her cake and sang a thin, watery version of "Happy Birthday," Tully glanced repeatedly at the door, thinking, This is it, but no one ever knocked and the phone didn't ring. Later, with the opened boxes of her gifts around her, she tried to keep smiling. In front of her, on the coffee table, was an empty scrapbook. As a present, it sort of sucked, but her grandma always gave her stuff like this—projects to keep her busy and quiet.
She didn't even call," Tully said, looking up.
Gran sighed tiredly. "Your mom has ... problems, Tully. She's weak and confused. You've got to quit pretending things are different. What matters is that you're strong."
She'd heard this advice a bazillion times. "I know."
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Meet the Author
Kristin Hannah is the New York Times bestselling author of novels including Night Road, True Colors, and Winter Garden. She was born in Southern California and moved to Western Washington when she was eight. A former lawyer, Hannah started writing when she was pregnant and on bed rest for five months. Writing soon became an obsession, and she has been at it ever since. She is the mother of one son and lives with her husband in the Pacific Northwest and Hawaii.
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This is a wonderful book that I COULD NOT put down! It a beautiful story of friendship, but has other relationships including mother-daughter and wife-husband that are complex and fascinating. Hannah does a terrific job presenting 2 of the many different paths women can take in life: wife and mother or career. The characters in her book chose the extremes of these paths and therefore have difficulty combining them. I think that she presents these 2 choices beautifully and almost everyone can relate to these women's struggles and triumphs. And as a mother, her description of motherhood is spot-on! This book has humor, love, loss, laughter, tears.....it has everything. It is the best book I have read in a long time. I truly can't recommend it enough.
First, I have to admit that I have a weakness for "big books". I love a story that spans years. This book is something special. I finished it several days ago but just can't get it out of my mind. I am always reading at least one book but I can't seem to get past this one. I almost feel disloyal to Tully and Kate to just continue reading something else. Crazy, right? These girls grew up around the same time I did and perhaps that is why the story was so touching and personal for me. However, I think anyone who has had a "best friend" no matter what age can truly enjoy this story. I had never read this author before and I'm looking forward to reading her other books. If they are anywhere as good as this one I'm in for a great treat! Read it! Love it!
I thought the book was very well written. This is my first experience with this author, but it will not be my last. The plot was very well researched and well written. It was a very sad book, but it relates the story of life-long friends - one who puts her friend above herself and the other who thinks only of what she wants and needs, not thinking of how this hurts her friend and family. I was not able to put this book down once I started reading it.
this was a fantastic book! i loved this book from start to end. a must read book. you will have every emotion in this book and it will keep you on your toes and want to keep reading.
I bought this book because of all the positive reviews, but I was very disappointed. The story has the potential to be good, but the author loaded it down with so many references to 70's and 80's "stuff" - products, gadgets, songs, hairstyles, shows, etc. It was like she was trying to sell the book by appealing to the nostalgia of those of us born and raised in the same time period as the characters. I also couldn't help feeling that the book was written with the goal of turning it into a made-for-tv movie. The scenes, settings and wardrobe are all there to be plucked by the production team. The characters, while likable at first, never really developed into anything. For me, it was a shallow, completely unsatisfying read.
I was in the mood for a good, purely entertaining but not thought provoking, girly book...but this was just too painful to read. It felt superficial at best, predictable and again...just overall ugh. I know this was what I was looking for but this one was a little too fluffy.
When fourteen year old Kate first saw her new neighbor Tully at the bus stop, little did she know this would be the beginning of a life long friendship. Two young girls on the cusp of womanhood, seemingly opposites on the outside, have a lot in common on the inside. Set in the Pacific northwest during the turbulent 70¿s, Tully and Kate¿s burgeoning friendship sets the tone of the book. They will be best friends forever they assure each other. Even through the most trying of times, they are there for each other. Granted, there are bumps along the way, even a betrayal of trust and a little heartache, but whose life journey does not include such hurdles?
This is also a wonderful story of mothers and daughters fraught with the joy and angst of their intricate relationships. A story line that explores life¿s hopes and dreams, some shattered, some realized, develops over a span of 30 plus years as Tully and Kate find out who they are and what is really important in life.
This is a book I found hard to put down. The story line is excellently written as Hannah brings an emotional depth to the characters that is extremely compelling. The characters are so well developed and plausible, you can¿t help being engaged with them throughout the entire book. Along with Kate and Tully, the peripheral characters greatly enhance the story line,particularly the two girls' mothers. The time frame is described perfectly with all the accoutrements of the day: the music, the dress, the social attitudes. It was like reliving it all over again. All these elements together make for a magical tale, one that will deeply resonate with the reader for a long time. I just loved it! 5*
i read this book last summer and i really loved it! it made me laugh and cry and everything it was just really good read about friendship! loved how the chapter's were named after songs too i even downloaded a few to my ipod!!
After reading the very positive reviews of Firefly Lane, I bought the book and was excited to dive in. Midway through the book (when the main characters were adults) Tully and Kate became so one dimensional and extreme that I no longer cared about them, their issues and how the story ended. I was very disappointed.
True to life struggles that we all can relate to; Life's journey of ups and downs, struggle and success, bonds and relationships, all to create an interesting, exciting read. Big thumbs up! You won't be disappointed!
I read all kinds of novels and this book was a fantastic read. I related to alot of the feelings that were involved in the story and I was pleased with the way the writer created many realistic situations that many of us are faced with in love, marriage, friendship and motherhood. There were many moments that frustrated me, but in the end..it was another great book that I couldn't put down!! This was my first Kristin Hannah novel and I am excited to read more of her books!
I loved this book! One of my all time favorites. Kristin Hannah quickly became one of my favorite authors. This was a beautiful story that will make you laugh and make you cry. You won't be able to put it down!! Other great books by her are Winter Garden, Night Road, and Home Front.
It is the story of Kate and Tully, two girls who could not be more different. Kate is a shy girl and does not have any friends. Tully is sophisticated and popular. This is a friendship that lasts for more than thirty years. NICE READ! Get comfortable!
Good story! Easy read perfect for the beach.
The book is about two people who are so different and become best friends for life. It is about ambition, bonds, broken hearts and anything else you might find in a book. Especially for women in their 50s who have had best friends and know about those unbreakable bonds.
I enjoyed every second of this book. Both of the main characters stole my heart from the beginning and I very much enjoyed following them along their lifelong journey together. I recommend this to everyone.
Wonderful story, with wonderful characters and an important message to women everywhere! This is a book I have told many about and am presently passing it around to all the women in my family and my female clients. Couldn't put it down! I grew up during the 60's period the characters grew up in and that made it even better.
The best book about friendship!!!! impossible to read without tears
Unbelievably emotional and heartwrenching. Makes you.. laugh cry and want more in the end. Loved this book. Could not put it down. Will definately stay with me. You become part of this story and come to know the characters like they r real people.
So many of the character's memories are my memories. Great story, good history of a friendship that isn't always balanced. Didn't want to put it down and stayed up late several nights to enjoy well past my bedtime. Keeping this one to read again.
I loved this book! I didn't want this book to end! Each character in this book truely evolves as time progresses. I wish all books were this wonderful!
I couldn't put the book down! I loved it. Just when you think one of the characters is going to finally act upon something, they won't... or will they? The friendship between the two girls is amazing and really depicts all types of life events as far as how two very different personalities deal with things. And yet remain as close as ever! I was thrown for a major loop towards the end, I didn't see that coming, and I did produce some tears. I love Kristin Hannah's writing style and want to read all her books now, may be my new favorite author!
This touching tale of friendship survives over decades. Makes one appreciate the friends in your life. At times I wondered how two such different women could build a friendship that survived life changing events. This was the first Kristen Hannah book, I have read, but it will not be the last. An enjoyable read--with a tear jerker ending.
This book was a great read and I loved that it was about the "area" that I grew up in. I was able to enjoy and understand the local references and the relationship was one I understood. I passed the book onto my Mother-in-Law and my Mother and both enjoyed it and read through it very quickly.
I enjoyed this book from cover to cover. I would only wish that I could have a friendship like Kate and Tully had. They went from kids to grownups and still remained friends. They could tell each other any thing and still have the bond of life long friends. I would recommend this book to everyone who enjoys stories about true friendship.